Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Actually, I DID Go to Law School for This

So . . . this morning I was feeling a little bit down as I walked into work. A little useless. Like my job isn't important; like I don't do anything worthwhile and don't get any respect.

And then, just when I was giving a great big sigh, the god of lame, bummed-out prosecutors smiled down on me for one perfect moment when I saw . . .

. . . A WOMAN IN COURT WEARING A TIARA.

People, I shit you not. Oh, I have never wanted a camera phone so badly. I wish you could have seen it:

Silver high heels.

Makeup that would make our old friend Edie Sedgewick proud.

Long, red hair that was either a wig, a weave, or just sprayed within an inch of its life.

And a tiara. Actually, it looked a bit more like a Junior High School beauty pageant crown, but I tell you what -- she worked it like it was a tiara worthy of Queen Elizabeth.

I'm not sure even ol' Elizabeth could have sauntered through the district court throngs with the same grace and aplomb as this lady. I wanted to cheer when she went past. I'm afraid I did the proverbial double-take. A detective standing next to me said, "I almost bowed just now."

Oh, yeah. THAT's what I'm talking about. A reason to keep going to work every day.

I found you through Jenn's blog and you totally put a smile on my face with the tiara lady. (this Jenn's friend Heather from WV, by the way :) When I worked in KY in retail there was a woman that would come into our store with a crazy crooked wig, two BRIGHT red circles for blush, and the reddest, most jaggest lipstick ever. It takes all kinds :)

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We can dance like no one else.Fingers entwinedYour hand in the small of my backWe delicately place one footIn front of anotherMatching our steps to blue plastic feetStuck to the ground.If we stumble I will laughYou will bite your lip,Then remember to smile.It is only a dance,A set of rules that tell usWhere to step,Where to place our hands.